How to Tell the Truth

I think you're trying to get at a truth rather than tell a truth if I can sort of edit you here for a moment. In some ways too, it's about trying to hold on to a truth. It was like the little boy who punched me in the stomach and checking into a motel in Cheyenne, Wyoming. Thinking back about that, I could remember what my mother was wearing and what that little kid was wearing... Those echoes get stronger when the more you think about them.